The Prince's Mistress (bwwm)

"Just don't tell anyone ok? it would only make trouble" he said, a serious set on his brow.
"For who me or you?" I asked looking straight at him.
His jaw clinched and his face reddened with anger again. He's always had a short temper. Was I taking my new found confidence too far too quickly?
"Listen here SERVENT GIRL! I not losing my throne to this! don't pretend you didn't like.."
I cut him off.
"Oooh PLEASE you think that grape between your legs had any effect on me?" I lied
"Grape? " He said walking up to me
Oh no
He grabbed my forearm and pulled me in. His hand around my waist.
"Be a good girl and hold still"
Before I could respond he has turned me around and had one hand around my waist and one inching up my thigh.